Immortal God Asura

Borrower Merchant

Qin Mingyuan returned to the main sacrificial mountain.

This time was much faster than when he left, but when he was near the main sacrificial mountain, he discovered something strange.

It was getting dark, Qin Ming was bathing under a waterfall in the valley, catching trout, and was about to prepare a fire to roast the fish. A man suddenly entered the valley.

Footsteps, tattered clothes, black shackles hung on his body, like prisoners.

He was wobbly, weak and tired.

Qin Ming frowned slightly, slowly rising up, putting his right hand on the flying blade at his waist, reminding him.

The man was covered in land and covered in land, and there seemed to be no one in the valley.

He stood for a moment at the entrance of the valley and slowly retreated.

But at this moment, the old forest outside the valley screamed, as if a group of people were rushing here.

The man's hair was disheveled, almost stuck to his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but Qin Ming could feel his inner struggle. The voice got closer and closer, and as soon as the man gritted his teeth, he turned to run away.

Qin Ming suddenly pointed into the valley: "Hidden there!"

The man looked inside and looked at Qin Ming, without saying a word, and hid in the deepest part of the valley, where there was a thick piece of rattan, and there was a hidden corner behind the rattan.

Qin Mingxiang did not happen. He sat on a rock and roasted his spiritual fish.

After a while, a group of black-clothed men rushed into the valley, their breathing extremely strong, like sharp swords from its sheath, and they felt as if they could feel vitality coming from a distance.

At a glance, they saw Qin Ming from the grilled fish by the lake, and they frowned, without breaking into it.

Qin Ming's heart stiffened and he looked at them calmly. The group wore the same clothes and the same machete, and they also wore white jade masks. There were two gaps in the mask, which looked very strange.

“Is there someone here now?” Someone asked Qin Ming, his voice low and heavy, and the eyes behind the mask looked at Qin Ming coldly.

Qin Ming looked at him and looked around. He continued to hand over the spirit trout in his hand: "Are you talking to me?"

"Is there anyone else?"

"If I want to eat fish, I can enjoy it. If I want to make trouble, I'll play with you." The lake looks small, but there is a section below the bottom of the lake, which extends into a large river that stretches outside. He had already discovered the surrounding area a long time ago, otherwise he would not dare to pretend to rest here.

“Oh, cocky boy.” A group of people sneered, but no one entered the valley, but had some worries in their hearts. This was the depths of the Yunluo Forest. It's dangerous everywhere, and it's hard for someone to survive. The teenager was not only dressed neatly and cleanly, but also seemed to have just taken a bath and grilled the fish casually. Either there is no fear, or there are other partners who have not returned for now. Often there were some strong characters in the forest with their disciples to practice.

They had tasks and did not want to cause trouble, and they all retreated after standing up.

Qin Ming continued roasting the fish, freely, and the man hiding in the valley did not rush out until the sky started to darken. Those who leave do not return. Qin Ming felt relieved and the man slowly walked out.

"Come here? Exactly." Qin Ming separated the charred yellow trout, half on the leaves, and half eaten by himself.

The man stood up for a while, until Qin Ming was about to eat, he slowly bowed, looked at Qin Ming again, and swallowed with a big mouth, he might actually be hungry and soon finish eating.

Qin Ming handed over the piece.

He was also rude, and took it to eat.

Qin Ming asked for nothing. Saving him is an aid force, but that doesn't mean to be mixed up. Seeing that the group's costumes seem to come from special forces, let alone mixing.

In the middle of the night, the man did not leave, curled up behind the rattan grass, skinny, his clothes tattered like strip cloth, and heavy shackles hanging on his wrists, ankles and waist, he said, marks a shocking blood sign. He shaved his hair, bloodstains on his face, and could not see his true appearance.

In the darkness, his eyes were empty, he looked at the weeds in front of him without focus, his body was thin and skinny, he did not know if it was cold or painful, and he trembled from time to time.

Qin Ming did not repel him, sat quietly near the waterfall, absorbing the vitality of life between heaven and earth, and adjusting his spirit and condition.

Nothing happened overnight, nobody cared, and the group never returned.

In the morning of the next day, Qin Ming came to Qingteng's side and frowned at the person sleeping inside.

He looked like a teenager, not too old, but was covered with injuries, as if he was suffering from a lot of torment.

The boy woke up from his dream, but there was no panic or chaos.

“I'm not evil, I'll send it to you.” Qin Ming pointed to the grass and clothes on the ground, took two steps back, and walked out of the valley.

Juvenile looked at Ling's grass clothes under his feet, his expression slightly hesitating.

Qin Ming left the valley, slipped in the moist and dense forest, and continued on his way. His strength was extremely small, and he could fall into a state of death if he was not careful. Therefore, he was able to avoid the dangers he could avoid, and tried not to provoke the demon spirits. It is important to return to the main sacrificial mountain, where it is relatively safer.

But during the day, Qin Ming stopped by the riverbank and looked back into the forest. A character stumbles upon him, the boy who was last night.

Qin Ming sighed, but said helplessly, "Sorry, I can only be of great help to you, I only have the Lingwu Realm, and I have a lot of problems. It's not good for you to follow me."

The boy stood under the shadow of a dim tree, lowered his head without saying a word, his hair was gushing, his breathing was cold, and it felt strange.

"Barewell, goodbye." Qin Ming was about to turn around, and suddenly remembered something. He unlocked Dayan's ancient sword and walked towards the boy: "I'll try to open your shackles."

The boy raised his hand, and the shackles looked heavy, squeezing his hand slightly.

Qin Ming held the sword several times and tried to find a good location. The ancient sword was slashed away, its snoring sound screamed, and Mars grazed, but the shackles were not cut off, leaving only a slight mark.

Qin Ming is amazing. What materials are these shackles made of? Dayan's ancient sword cut through iron like mud, it was extremely sharp, and its own strength was also immense, how could it not cut through it.

The boy's empty eyes moved slightly, and he stared fixedly at the small mark.

"I'll try again." Qin Ming pulled him aside and placed the shackles on the mossy rock. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and closed his eyes. Dayan's ancient sword shot up high, his sword body flickered, his sword air still lingered, and the heavy sword filled with silence.

"Oh!"

Qin Ming slashed down with a sword, and a ringing sound echoed the old forest, leaving a trail of trails, but the shackles showed no signs of being crushed except for a slight tremble.

"I'll try again!"

Qin Ming continued to split the five swords, although he still did not split them, but it might determine the violence of the shackles, and he knew what was going on. He slightly moved his shoulders, no longer worried, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the mountains and rivers were aerodynamic.

Take a full hit without reservation.

Huh! Mars splashing!

There were still some traces in the shackles, just like before.

Very hard! Just lock a kid, like what?

It is a chain, it can be used as a defensive weapon.

Qin Ming touched the shackles, nothing seemed special, but he could not split them. He tried the mountain and river epee three more times, but the result was unsuccessful, but his hands ached and tingled.

The boy lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the shackles.

"I'm really sorry." Qin Ming shrugged his shoulders. This guy is weird. Shackles are weird. It's a freak. Forget it, do your best, you are too weak to do anything.

"..." - ".The boy opened his mouth, his voice faint.

"What?"

“Med.” The boy raised his eyes, his gaze pierced through the scattered hair, and stared at the huge Yan sword Qin Ming had put away.

"My sword?"

"Medium .. borrow me ..." The boy raised his thin right hand.

"It's okay." Qin Ming refused. Dayan's ancient sword was the most precious sword, and it was also a gift from the old man. How can he lend it to a stranger.

The boy grabbed Qin Ming's arm, his hand dry and somewhat yellow, but his strength was strong. Behind her scattered hair, those eyes moved slightly: "Lend me .. for a while ..."